I'm not a theatre god

"..."

There was silence on the other end of the intercom.

"Chen Ling, I think you should not be too pushy." Xi Renjie said earnestly, "Although the physical body recovery ability of [Shura] path is extremely strong, physical strength cannot be restored... If you are tired, take a rest, no one I'll blame you."

Just as Chen Ling was about to speak, in the thick fog, a chicken roared and rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed.

Chen Ling's eyes lit up, she poured a sip of wine into her mouth with her backhand, and sprayed the fire stick forward like a trick. A ball of flames hit the cock head-on, and a sharp howl suddenly sounded.

"What's the sound?" Xi Renjie was stunned.

Chen Ling didn't answer. He placed the wine jar on the ground, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and quickly rushed towards the burning cock!

After her physical strength recovered, Chen Ling's speed returned to its peak level. She swung the fire stick and dagger one after another, and the fragrant meat pieces were cut off continuously. Chen Ling bit the meat piece inserted on the dagger with her teeth and pulled hard, then took it into her mouth. In, chew while continuing to attack!

The black windbreaker was flying in the fog. Chen Ling looked like an executioner and a gourmet. His crazy offensive forced the cock to retreat one after another, and it didn't take long before he was completely buried in the flames.

"Chen Ling, Chen Ling?" Xi Renjie called his name on the intercom, "Are you okay?"

Chen Ling resisted the urge to finish the roast chicken on the spot, went back to pick up the walkie-talkie, and answered while chewing,

"It's okay...it's been solved."

"Are you eating?"

Chen Ling swallowed the chicken immediately, "No."

Although Xi Renjie was a little confused, he still sighed and continued:

"Now disasters are mixed into the crowd, and they are always in a state of flux, making it difficult to chase them. I can still hold on for a while, so I will go east now. You can find a place first..."

Before Xi Renjie finished speaking, another cock broke through the thick fog and roared towards Chen Ling!

Chen Ling was stunned.

The broilers Chen Ling had encountered before were all knocking on the door to kill people, or sneaking up in the shadows to attack him. There were almost no chickens that rushed towards him like this... If only one of them did this, forget it, in just a few minutes This happened to two people in a row, and Chen Ling smelled something strange.

In the flash of lightning, Chen Ling didn't have time to think too much. She drew her sword and started fighting hand-to-hand with the opponent.

Half a minute later, Chen Ling put away the dagger with her mouth full of oil.

He looked at the two dilapidated roast chickens on the ground and fell into deep thought... Roast chickens... No, there must be a reason for the chickens' behavioral logic to be contrary to before. Chen Ling carefully searched everywhere on his body, and finally locked his eyes on the two something.

One is the wine jar on the ground, and the other is the torch in his hand.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Ling eliminated the wine jar again, because when the second rooster rushed over, the wine jar was a few meters behind him, and the opponent's target was obviously on him.

The only possibility is the burning torch in your hand...

Are these broilers hostile to flames?

Why?

In order to test her idea, Chen Ling walked into several houses one after another, found a few pieces of combustible wood, piled them together, and lit them. A bonfire appeared in the center of the foggy street, burning silently.

Chen Ling herself was holding a fire stick in one hand and a dagger in the other, standing by the bonfire, looking around with vigilant eyes.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds...

After a brief silence, three howls came from the end of the street. Three shadow centipedes rushed through the thick fog at an astonishing speed and approached straight away!

When Chen Ling saw this, his eyes lit up!

He knew he was right.

Chen Ling crushed the bonfire with one foot without hesitation, and then rushed towards the three chickens like lightning.

The flame can attract these broilers. If it continues to burn for too long, there is no telling how many will come at once... With Chen Ling's current combat power, it is already the limit to deal with eight or nine. If there are more, I'm afraid she will Become a meal on the plate for these broilers.

Chen Ling lit this bonfire just to do an experiment. Now that the effect of flames had been proven, multiple plans had emerged in his mind at the same time.

This time, Chen Ling did not use fire to burn them, but used a dagger to kill the three chickens neatly, then turned around and walked back in the direction he came from.

…

In the dim hut, the shopkeeper opened his eyes drowsily.

He looked at the unfamiliar ceiling above his head and lay there blankly for a while. In his trance, he seemed to see the centipede-chewing figure again, holding a head and asking himself if he wanted to take a bite...

He exclaimed and sat up suddenly, a layer of dense sweat forming on his forehead.

"...Is it a nightmare?"

The shop owner patted his chest in shock, trying to forget the horrifying scene. At this moment, the door of the house was opened forcefully from the outside!

Thick mist surged in from outside the door. The figure who had appeared in his nightmare just now, holding a fire stick in one hand and a jar of wine in the other, looked at him calmly at the door.

The moment he saw that demonic face, the shop owner's heart skipped a beat and his face turned pale.

"Let me ask you." Chen Ling shook the wine in her hand, "Do you still have this kind of wine?"

The shopkeeper nodded in shock,

"...Yes, I have a warehouse on the north side of the block, and the wine I brew is stored there."

"Give me the specific address."

Chen Ling asked for the address and keys from the shop owner, then turned and left, leaving the shop owner blankly there, not knowing what was going on.

A few minutes later, Chen Ling walked into an empty vegetable market.

"Brother Renjie, I'm a little tired."

He pressed the switch of the intercom and said.

As he spoke, he took a plastic bag and started filling it with onions, ginger, and garlic.

Soon, Xi Renjie's voice came from the intercom,

"It's normal to be tired... Find a place to rest for a while and regain your strength."

Xi Renjie's voice was also very tired, but when he heard Chen Ling say he was tired, there was an inexplicable feeling of relief in his tone... He was not afraid that Chen Ling would be tired, but he was afraid that Chen Ling would hold on and fall on the battlefield.

Chen Ling suddenly stopped, picked up the cooking wine on the shelf, looked at the production date, and put it in the bag together.

"Okay." After Chen Ling said this word, she put away the intercom.

Chen Ling walked around the vegetable market, picked a thicker stick, wrapped its head in a rag towel, soaked it in gasoline for a long time, and then lit it.

A raging fire ignited from the top of the stick, like a moving sun in the thick fog. Chen Ling held a torch in one hand and condiments in the other, walking toward the deserted corner of the alley... His fingertips touched his cheek gently. tear.

When he walked out again, he had turned into a young man with a stern face, and his black trench coat had turned back into the red opera robe, which was particularly conspicuous and eerie in the thick fog.

Chen Ling licked her lips, her Adam's apple rolled, and her body turned into an afterimage and quickly disappeared into the mist.